Home

Home can’t always be a person.

But people can be included in that home.

Home to me…

It’s wherever I feel safe. 

Somewhere I can be myself, 

That the people I let in come and visit.

Where I can let out my tears,

And be comforted.

Where I can be honest,

And not judged,

Unless it clearly calls for judging;

I need help sometimes. 

Where I can loaf,

Where I can dance,

Where I can sing. Terribly.